The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Morte Facile
“Don't do it, Don. Don't talk as if you didn't join in executing Mr. de Luca. You also became one of those four shooters,” elak Lionel while unsheathing the dagger he held. “Try to imagine if a psychopath named Adriano D'Angelo knew this. Well, what will your fate be like? He will definitely chop you all out,” his grin is satisfied. Don Vargas did not answer. His mouth was tightly closed. While his face suddenly implied a very heavy burden.
“Oh,” Lionel mouth rounded, forming the letter O. One of his fingers is raised up. “I'm starting to realize something, Don. You once told me that I would work with the Jungle Eagle to kill Matteo de Luca. Does that mean ...”
“Yes, why? Are you still curious about the Jungle Eagle?" cibir Don Vargas then after a while he fell silent.
"You know that everyone who lives in the black world on the American mainland is so curious about the real figure of the Jungle Eagle. We all know how influential that person is. However, his mystery has made many people become restless," said Lionel still with a smile.
"Elang Rimba's. Business and crime. A cold-blooded killer. Anyone who can uncover that person's true identity and is able to finish him off, I'm sure will definitely become the most respected ruler. Do you have any idea how many people want it, Don?" Lionel again showed his evil grin.
Don Vargas was silent as he listened to the words of the man who turned out to be a traitor. It must be admitted that Lionel is indeed a person who has long been unfortunate in the black world, because the man is a member of a syndicate of famous hitmen in America. So, what he said must not be a figment.
A moment later, there was a sinister smile on the corner of Don Vargas' lips. "So great is the reputation of the Jungle Eagle in the eyes of the people in the black world? Oh, it's amazing, when I feel ordinary," he said lightly. "I am the Wild Eagle! I'm behind the murder of Matteo de Luca! I am also one of the four executors who have finished off the young man!” he said it out loud and full of confidence.
“Yes, geez!” Nenad shook his head while clucking softly. “For your sake, I am the target of the tantrums of best friend Matteo!” skink. “Lionel, I didn't like this guy for a long time, especially with this incident! Finish that old man off now!” nenad's orders seemed to be carefree with his index finger straight to Don Vargas.
“Wait a minute. Before I killed him, I was actually very curious about the mysterious figure of the Jungle Eagle. So, is it true that the Jungle Eagle is really you?” Lionel tilted his head and watched Don Vargas' face intently. He observed the middle-aged man who was already trapped inside the old building.
“Ya, that's right. I took the name Eagle Jungle from the nickname given to a friend. He must have died protecting my life. It made me very indebted to him. That's why, I want to continue to echo his name to remain respected,” hiss Don Vargas with a very convincing facial expression.
“Jeez, so it looks like," said Nenad again clucked slowly. "You are a figure that has been sought by many people to ask for protection of themselves and also business. But look at the reality at the moment. You're not as good as I thought you were before,” sneer Nenad condescends. “Lionel even looks much stronger than you,” added Nenad accompanied by laughter full of ridicule.
“Really, Nenad?" Lionel turned to the Croatian with a strange smile. "Ah, I'm really flattered. It feels like I want to do something that can make you happy,” Lionel eyes look sparkling. Without a cue from anyone, the dagger that turned red from Don Vargas' blood was floating and tore apart the surface of Don Vargas' face in a careless manner. Not stopping there, the dagger was then moved to the chest of the old man who had not had time to fight and finally sprawled near Lionel's feet. Not quite once, Lionel even repeatedly thrust the pointed and sharp weapon into the body of Don Vargas, until the middle-aged man was completely lifeless. Don Vargas, who had an unusually great big name, died so easily at the hands of a chief hitman like Lionel.
Moments later, Nenad opened his eyes again and gasped in shock, when Lionel was already standing before him with a violent face. There's a lot of splashes of blood stains in there. The tall man again showed a scary grin.
“Look, Nenad. The old man has fallen. Your business empire no longer has any rivals now. No one will be able to hurt you other than Adriano D’Angelo,” he said flatly.
“Then you must finish him off before he returns to hunt me,” Nenad said.
"You're sure he'll be back?" looking into Lionel's eyes, it seemed increasingly strange and difficult for Nenad to interpret. The man then turned to look at Don Vargas' bloodied body.
"Should we do what with the old man's body? I don't want her body to stay here. I'm tired of smelling rotting corpses" Nenad set his breath to make it more orderly.
Lionel turned his gaze back to Nenad. "Elang Rimba," the man murmured as he squinted his eyes. Before long, there was a sinister smile on the corner of his lips. "Don Vargas has a loyal adjutant. They are like a pair of right and left hands. Not ruling out the possibility that his loyal aide would avenge the old man's death," Lionel laughed softly. "If he finds out that the old man died at your command, then I make sure that it's not only Adriano D'Angelo who will hunt you, Nenad," again making Nenad gulp many times with a pale face.
"Then ... then .. I order you to finish them off. Soon!" nenad's orders were firm. Although the hue of anxiety seemed so obvious to him, but the man still tried to keep his authority in front of Lionel who immediately laughed loudly.
“Hm, it's not hard for me. However, on one condition," he responded to an order from Nenad.
"What other terms?" grunt the gun city while throwing your face.
"Raise my wages, then I will be willing to finish Adriano and Don Vargas aide for you,” insisted Lionel again grinned satisfied.